Do you know if there’s a fic rec list around of spn fics by actual poc?
honestly anon i don’t have a big list off of the top of my head as ive only recently started reading/writing fic in this past like. month. i did see bad moon rising recc’d and i have my own fic that you may have seen floating around.
if anyone DOES know of any PLEASE sound off. i’d love to hear more from the other poc in the spn fandom.Â
idk but here are some creators of color: @jensencoded​ @lgbtangel​ @sunforgrace​ @disableddean​ @seffersonjtarship​ @cvrsedseraph​ @virginalbehemoth​ @pinkfloydguy​ and obvs me and @phoebenatural
The Zero W*ncest, Boy King/Psychic Sam Fic Rec List That Nobody Asked For
John Dies at the End by kalliel: If John can't save Sam, then he's going to have to kill him--and Sam, with the dubious gift of demonic foresight, already knows which road John's chosen. Dean, though? Dean's the swing vote.
You Can’t Always Get What You Want by The_Bookkeeper: Beckett Milton just wants an island and a billion dollars every year for the rest of his life and Lexie Porter to be in love with him. Is that really so much to ask?
This Is the Way (The World Ends) by Lise: In Georgia hunting a skinwalker, Dean saw Sam. AU. Like, really.
Sam & Dean & Demon Powers by butmomilovemyboys: Sam and dean were children once, and one of them happened to be a child with demonic powers that his father kept lying to him about
The Devil Went Down to New Mexico by Quinny_555: Anne Marie was certain that her only regular customer was the Devil.
The Watcher by Lennelle: Sam and Dean seek solitude miles from civilisation, far from pursuing hunters and the FBI. As Sam's visions become more frequent and new abilities rise to the surface, there's nothing Dean won't do to keep his brother safe. But there's something in the woods, and it's waiting for Sam. There is nothing Dean won't do to keep him safe. (This one literally haunts me. A true trip and a half)
Visit to Guernica by sprinkles888: Chuck turns out the sun, unleashes Hell upon them. The demons come. Sam says no. And then he says yes. The crown weighs heavy, but then, so does the end of the world.
I have more but the Ao3 site is down and it’s late so I’ll add them later if people want them. Also feel free to add your own.
happy getting hitched day! 1.9k, (sort of) ft. this
Most days of the year, Sam's the optimist.
It doesn't usually fall on Dean to keep the spirits up in times of war anymore. Or worse, loss. And Dean, well, he thinks himself as enough of an in-the-moment kinda guy to not wallow when everything's not going to shit, right friggin' then.
Sam, on the other hand?
Beacon of light when there's a little Hell to raise, harbinger of hope when there's a God to defeat.
And losing his shit entirely when there's an aisle to walk down, leading to the girl of his dreams and the best decision of his life.
"Dean."
Dean fusses around Sam in compact little semicircles fixing his already perfect tux, while his brother panics in a way Dean only remembers from before the kid stopped having to look up at Dean.
But he's looking down at Dean now, wide-eyed and sweaty like the very first time Dean saw him off on a date when he was fourteen — with supple, bullshit eighteen-year-old advice, he bets — and thirty eight year old Sammy is, clear as day, losing his shit.
"Yeah?" Dean channels all the calm he's got into it.
"What if I forget my vows?"
"Well," Dean lifts his eyebrows, and picks up a linen thread from Sam's shoulder that caught his eye. "First of all, would kinda serve you right for writing six pages worth of them."
outsider pov deancas, 2.4k, based after the good finale. for @bloodsigilsandpie <3
"it's happening."
natasha returns to the kitchen, her otherwise suppressed glee betrayed by the glint in her eyes as she declares to the entire room. "they're on a date."
chloe's the first to react, or rather, the spoons in her hand that promptly drop back into the foam are. "no way."
"way." farah rushes close to natasha, gushing. "did they tell you?"
natasha sniffs, depositing the plates in the sink with her back turned to her eager audience.
"do you think they told me?"
she doesn't wait for an answer, turning around and leaning back against the counter.
"of course they didn't tell me. but i," she smirks. "i could tell."
"oh, you could tell." hutch repeats mockingly, and a few others snicker. "nat, we're talking about the trenchcoat dude who never smiles, and big-car-black-coffee-loyal-to-the-pie guy. no one has ever been able to tell anything with those two. and they don't look anything more than unlikely work friends to me either."
"unlikely work friends don't look at each other like that!" farah chastises immediately.
"fine. unlikely work friends with repressed homosexual urges from the 80's."
"hutch, if you're going to insult my date-dar, do it to my face!" natasha scowls, earning herself another eyeroll and a defensive palms-up gesture from the skeptic sous-chef.
"he literally just did." chloe mutters, ever the devil's advocate, before farah interrupts. she'd always been their resident 'trenchcoat dude who never smiles and big-car-black-coffee-loyal-to-the-pie guy' shipper. there tend to be one of those for all such couples the waitstaff discusses on the regular, really.
"so, how can you tell? what's different?"
"well for one," natasha grins. "trenchcoat dude's not wearing his trenchcoat."
a commotion of gasps come up from arguably most stations of the kitchen — even those who weren't a part of the discussion before.
"is it on the back of his chair? did car-guy help him take it off?" farah instantly pipes up, her eyes wide and hopeful. (hutch and her are the newest waiters, natasha remembers with a midge of distaste. sometimes it's too obvious.)
"no. it's nowhere in sight." she admits, eyebrows raised.
"maybe it ripped." that's hutch.
"maybe he finally realized that thing was doing nothing for him." dallas. everybody knows he's got a thing for trench coat dude though, so nobody bats an eye.
"maybe car-guy told him." chloe shrugs.
"hey, maybe somebody else did." hutch again.
"that's not the point." natasha butts in. "car-guy's better dressed too. i don't know much about old people fashion — chloe, if you don't stop looking at me like that — but i think ascots are supposed to be fancy."
"he wore a what —" several voices echo, and just then, freya enters the kitchen, beaming. (second year at the diner, loads of tattoos, and has a lovely girlfriend at the domino's across the street. natasha likes her.)
"you guys'll never guess what happened."
hutch and dallas sigh in unison, and farah giggles a little. "you won't guess what happened here either!"
"me first. trenchcoat dude and car-guy are on a date."
chloe snorts, picking up two prepared plates of food from one of the side chef's stations, and setting off out the door freya just entered from. important to find a job-gossip balance and all that.
natasha turns to the new informant. "what did you see?"
"car-guy asked trenchcoat what he wanted for dessert." freya beams.
"this just in, men can learn manners." hutch inputs before exiting with his own tray.
"car-guy might always order the pie but it looks mutual!" farah points out indignantly but he's gone already.
nevermind, he'll be back in five.
"and what did trenchcoat say?" natasha asks, ignoring the other two.
"milkshake," freya replies, writing it on a post-it as she says it.
"one shake, two straws." farah gasps. "come on, frey. tell me it was one shake, two straws."
"nobody does that, farah." dallas retorts, and natasha makes a face at him, not willing to kill the former's hopes just yet. farah tends to get this forlorn look on her face when things go wrong — and it always reminds natasha of her dead cousin.
she clears her throat.
"look, it can be a date without the shared milkshake, people." a few thoughtful sounds come up, the gates swing, and chloe walks back in. "plus, we've still got all the staring, the lingering looks over the menu, the soulful eyefu —"
"but that's everyday, nat." freya sighs.
"it's different today —"
"— you know it isn't —"
"— and i can prove it." natasha finishes, earning herself looks of surprise from almost everyone around. she can, though. the diner's got a valentines discount on milkshakes all month, she can approach them about it. trenchcoat and car-guy don't have to know it's not just for couples. and on the (really, really) offchance that they aren't one, natasha could always just minus the discount from the total anyway and no one would be the wiser.
the idea had just come to her but she was fairly sure she could swing it.
farah had already picked up a tray with two soup bowls and a dish of croutons, but she puts it down, and replaces the to-be-forlornness with excitement. "how?"
"i'll," natasha smirks again. "talk to them."
another round of gasps. in this kitchen, the people were nothing if not dramatic.
this time, freya's the one who asks, "how?"
"well, i haven't waitressed for twelve years just to go about rattling off trade secrets, kids." natasha winks, and a few of them make indignant noises because only about one third of the staff was what could broadly be called new. most of them had been there for years, and were practically a part of her family now. but she picks up her own tray smoothly, conveniently having been slid to her counter just then, and sets off — to an audience of hopeful believers (and dallas)'s matching stares.
(natasha isn't exactly free of the flair for drama she'd just accused everyone in this kitchen of.)
once outside, she makes a beeline for the table her tray is actually for, leaves them it, and quickly heads for the infamous trenchcoat and car-guy table.
this is so going to work.
"so then i cut his —" car-guy stops mid-sentence, spotting her. a part of natasha seethes to know what he 'cut off', but being fodder for the kitchenstaff's are-they-dating games didn't take away their rights to privacy, and she respected those. the car-guy smiles shortly at her. "what's the matter," his eyes flick down to her nametag, flick right back. (definitely a good sign; most men linger.) "natasha?"
she puts on her best smile. "it's about the milkshakes."
"is there a problem?" car-guy eases into a wider smile. "do you not have them, not a single one, and do we have to order pie instead?"
car-guy's partner shakes his head exasperatedly. "dean, i hardly think that's what she'd be here about."
"well, a guy's gotta dream." car-guy — dean — instantly says, and goes back to his burger while trenchcoat speaks up instead.
"what's the matter?"
natasha doesn't let her smile budge. it's a hell of a customer service smile, she's been told. "i actually came here to ask if you would like me to add the date dessert discount on the milkshake. it's an all-february thing. not on all items." she clarifies, a reflexive response for why it hasn't come up before.
genius.
dean looks a little cornered — trenchcoat just looks confused.
"i don't understand." he says, after a moment's pause. "the milkshakes cost less just if dean and i are here on a date...?"
"it's not —" she balks a little at his seriousness. "it's actually not that big of a difference."
"that's...alright." trenchcoat tilts his head, and natasha suddenly realizes she's physically fighting the urge to stare. shit, dallas isn't half-wrong. "but why just milkshakes?"
dean lets out an uncomfortable laugh. "capitalism trying to crap all over the free man's heart and the supremacy of pie not enough reason for ya, cas?"
natasha stifles a smile.
that's actually a good line. maybe car-guy deserves more credit than just loyal-to-the-pie.
trenchcoat — okay, cas, at least while she's out here — still looks a little doubtful (and she has no idea why) but he nods at dean, and then looks up at her and nods again. "add the discount."
natasha has to resist the urge to let her jaw drop.
this entire conversation, she'd practically been sure they were heading towards a rejection of the 'date' clause. and her gut told her they weren't lying either.
well, well. always thrilling to be right.
"and thank you for telling us about it." cas continues, and her practised smile returns immediately. probably a little less obligatory.
"of course."
and dean still looks like he'd rather cut more whatever-he-was-talking-about's off rather than be here right now, so natasha goes to leave. but cas stops her right before she's out of reach.
"excuse me." he's the one smiling this time. "if you're not busy right away, could you tell us what other items are eligible for the february date discount?"
dean facepalms. "come on, dude."
cas gives him a look — and natasha was right, of course she was right, that's not a exasperated 'friend' look. "i'd like to know, dean."
to natasha's knowledge, they've never had trouble paying for anything before (hernandez, she thinks one of their surnames is, she's seen it on a card) but she can't object to 'cas' asking, of course. curiosity is also a well-off man's right.
"why?" dean asks vehemently, before she can start to rattle off the list.
"because," cas answers levelly. actually, he kind of sounds like he's using his dad voice. maybe he is a dad. "i think it's strange that we've never gotten the discount before, while we've been eating lunch here almost this entire month."
it's again hard for natasha to not just stare gapmouthed at them.
"those have been dates." she realizes belatedly and out loud, and receives a weird, distasteful look from dean, and an immediate nod from cas that makes her blurt out, "so this isn't your...first date."
they're dating.
oh, farah was going to lose her mind.
"is that a requisite clause?" cas asks politely, while dean just scrubs his face with a hand.
"no." she tells cas truthfully. "i'm sorry, i just assumed it was. your first, i mean."
"lady, we certainly don't look first date aged to me." dean butts in, not hostile, but like it's something that irks him. "and we've been married four years, so one would desperately hope it's not our first date, y'know."
married.
they're friggin' married.
natasha is an idiot, and her date-dar is probably due for an early retirement.
they've been married for four years.
"i'm...very sorry." she apologizes, mortified. "i had no idea. i —"
"it's fine." this time, dean's smiling, and cas's confused frown is back. it's like they take turns. natasha is almost grateful for it, to be fair, because both those smiles directed at her would've been a helluva lot more distracting. "really doesn't matter. and yeah, sure, add the milkshake discount but don't worry about the list of items." he turns to cas. "just have sam look it up for you when we get home. please."
cas seems to be prepared to acquiesce to that but natasha can't help her own curiosity this time. "is that your son?"
and she's halfway to regretting it the moment she registers having said it, even though thankfully neither of them look too offended. in fact, cas is back to smiling.
"he's dean's brother." cas tells her. "he's the one with jack right now." he pauses. "it's easier because he and eileen live with us."
"yeah, an in-house sitter who doesn't even like going out is really a department we won in." dean grins, solely at cas. as if he's momentarily forgotten all about natasha's presence (that had clearly been making him uncomfortable talking in front of, earlier) in just looking at his husband. natasha sends out a quick pre-prayer for farah. "sucks for eileen though."
"eileen is very happy with your brother, dean." cas chastises, his eyes nothing but affectionate even then, and natasha's head reels with how much she has to tell the waitstaff today.
they're going to friggin' adore her.
"so jack is your son," she confirms, less wary of their reaction to her question now that they looked to have settled into their own silent conversation.
"he's our son, yes." cas replies, simply.
"like, you and him." she flashes a smile at dean.
"us and sam." cas corrects, and dean facepalms again. for her part, natasha can do little more than blink.
"but —"
"it's complicated." dean cuts her off suddenly, and she flinches. he didn't even deny it, just...sidestepped it.
"i — i see." natasha clears her throat, still looking at cas in bewilderment.
cas probably doesn't notice because he's talking to dean again. "it's significantly less complicated than claire's parentage, dean. she has over six parental —"
jesus christ.
"aaand that's enough trivia for date night." dean interrupts loudly again, definitely for the best, because natasha was standing there like a thoughtless statue at this point. his raised voice shakes her out of her reverie, and she vaguely calculates the chances of crashing into a table if she tried to walk away right away.
"i'll," she mumbles instead, drawing in a breath forcefully. "i'll be back with your milkshakes."
"thank you!" cas calls after her as she half wobbles on her heels back to the kitchen.
inside, she puts her empty tray on the metal counter and her hands on both sides of it, bowing her head, and almost immediately ending up surrounded by a plethora of people — most of whom, in normal circumstances, would just have been eavesdropping from their respective stations.
farah's the first to ask, followed by hutch.
"so?"
"what did you find out?"
natasha closes her eyes. "they're married."
this time, the commotion is the largest yet. but she isn't done.
"and every single one of their meals here have been dates." freya pumps her fist, chloe squeezes farah's hand, and dallas tsks under his breath. the 'gallery' watchers appear ready to join in the cheering as well today. but the entire kitchen senses she isn't done yet, and waits fidgetingly for the rest of it.
"and," natasha swallows. "they're almost definitely in a cult."
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